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Book Expo America (Or, ‘Being a real boy now’)

So last week @alittlebriton and I were at (Book Expo) America, land of the free (book), & home of the brave (souls who got into the scrum for a copy of Cat Valente’s The Girl Who Fell Beneath Fairyland).

Monday I was at the book blogger con, good write up from The Booksmugglers here.

Tuesday saw my first proper signing, and as the random Brit who no-one there had any excuse to have heard of, I was all geared up for no-one to come. I expected to sign for the three guys I knew on Twitter and then for my own publicist to keep coming back around in a succession of ever less convincing fake mustaches, just to make me feel better.

Instead, um… this happened:

And then this happened:

(Why yes, that is me signing for Tessa Gratton, Brenna Yovanoff and Maggie Stiefvater. Did I squee? Perchance I did.)